AUTHOR'S NOTE: I swear to God I don't know where this came from! I was
rereading Marlfox for the hundredth time when the idea just hit me. I
honestly don't have any clue how I managed to write this, but in case you
somehow missed it in the summary, this fic contains slashy thoughts *AND*
incest thoughts. If the idea of two brothers being together squicks you,
PLEASE don't read any farther!
DISCLAIMER: The characters I'm cruelly toying with belong to Brian Jacques. But the sick and twisted plot is mine. . .though I don't see why I even bother mentioning it. Who'd seriously want to re-use this kind of a plot anyway?
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Gelltor's POV.
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There he is over by the riverbank. He's just standing there watching the sunset, my older brother, Mokkan. Silently, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He looks handsome and dignified silhouetted by the sun's dying rays. Part of me longs to walk over and stand next to him. . .but I won't. Instead, I lean back against the oak tree behind me and settle for enjoying the view. After all, what could be gained by joining him? Only another sarcastic insult, but who am I kidding? I've uttered as many curses and oaths as my siblings have.
But seeing my brother contemplating a sunset makes it hard to be angry with him. Yet then again, sometimes it feels as though - even in the middle of an argument - a part of me still hungers for his touch. I suppose any who knew of my - well, there's no point in denying it - love for Mokkan would despise me for it. . .the object of my affection more than anyone. Besides the fact that we're related, we are also both males. And of course, the most important thing to consider is that Mokkan would never return my feelings. Ever. It seems Marlfox blood leaves no room for emotions like love.
Suddenly, there is a rustling in the bushes off to my left. My twin sister, Predak, comes out of the dense leaves and sits down on the ground in front of a sycamore surveying the sunset. The two of us have only just gotten here. However, Vannan and Ascrod have yet to be found so there really isn't much to do except wait. Although I'm disappointed that they aren't already at our camp, I'm not too surprised. After all, this place - Mossflower Wood - is quite huge.
So my twin and I stay together in companionable silence. I've always appreciated my sister's company. Out of our entire family, I think she's the only one that actually gives a damn about me. It was kind of nice just standing there, but quiet never lasts forever, and Predak was the first to speak.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she asks.
"What?" For a moment, I wonder if she's talking about Mokkan before I realize the actual object of her attention. "Oh, uh, you mean the sunset. . .yeah, it is pretty impressive I guess."
Predak rolls her eyes. "Well, of course. . .what did you think I was looking at? Mokkan?"
I plaster the typical smirk on face and reply, "The only time I'd ever look at Mokkan is to decide where I'd like to hit him first."
She chuckles and agrees, "Too true, brother. Too true."
"Hey!" a voice calls out from behind us. It's our younger sister Ziral. She comes to a stop and informs Predak and I that our siblings, Vannan and Ascrod, have arrived and to make our way to the center campfire. Predak saunters off to the middle of the camp, but I stay a moment and watch as Ziral tells Mokkan that everyone is here. He nods, and they walk up from the riverbank.
"Gelltor!" Predak yells to me. "Come on!"
I sprint to catch up to her, and in a few minutes, all the Marlfoxes - as well as the water rat captains - are ready to begin planning for our first attack. With a faint sigh, I seat myself on fallen log between Predak and Ascrod. This meeting was going to be absolutely boring. True I'm not the most patient creature who ever lived, but I really can't help it sometimes. I'd rather be out fighting than planning.
"Alright," Mokkan begins as he steps forward, "now that everyone's here, we can talk. Ziral and I have had plenty of time to come up with a rather good idea for getting into Redwall seeing as how it's the only place around here worth stealing from."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Vannan asks.
"Simple," Mokkan says. "One of us will lead four water rats in a stealth mission to unfasten the bolts in Redwall's east gate - it appears to be the least guarded. Fatchur is the perfect rat for the job, and he will perform the actual unlocking. Now we just need to choose someone to direct the operation."
I turn my gaze to my brother and volunteer. "I'll do it."
"Sure you can handle it, Gelltor?" Mokkan sneers.
Putting on an icy glare, I answer him, "I've worked with Fatchur before."
My brother smiles but the gesture is far from warm and caring. "Well, at least *I* can open a lock myself."
I blush slightly in embarrassment as our self-proclaimed leader explains what everyone will do once Fatchur gets the east wallgate opened.
~~~
The meeting dragged on endlessly for over an hour. By the time our plan was fully formulated, it was way past dark, and I was tired. But finally - after what seemed like forever - we separate to get some rest. Unfortunately, despite my exhaustion, sleep doesn't come easily for me tonight. After tossing and turning for hours, I resolve to take a walk down to the riverbank. Perhaps a short stroll will help relax my nerves.
I was nearly there when I saw a dark shadow moving between the trees no more than a few feet in front of me. It was probably one of the water rats, but for all I knew it could be spy from Redwall. Going with the plan 'better safe than sorry', I slip soundlessly into the foliage. But before I can take more than a step forward, I trip on an unseen tree root and stumble into the figure, knocking us both on the ground into a patch of moonlight. To my utter shock, the creature pinned beneath isn't a water rat or even a Redwaller. . .it's Mokkan!
"Gelltor, you bumbling oaf!" he snarls. "By Hell's Teeth, get off of me!"
Quickly, I leap off him and silently mourn the loss of physical contact while at the same time too speechless to come up with a biting retort.
"You stupid idiot!" he continues berating me. "Can't you even watch where you're going?!"
Angrily, he storms off to whatever spot in the camp he's chosen to sleep in. His harsh words leave a fresh ache in my heart, but I can stand it - more or less - when he mocks my faults. In a twisted way, his taunting can even be considered a relief. At least then, I know that he registers my presence. Besides, I'll take any attention he deals out to me. . .even if it's negative. I suppose that's why I argue with him so often. Every time he has - and always will - out-debate me, but I still challenge him anyway. When we bicker, it forces him to notice me, to focus on ME, and that small pleasure is worth the price of any humiliation I'm bound to suffer.
However, I can never tell him how I truly feel because if he ridiculed me for my love, I know I'd break. That kind of betrayal would rip a hole in me, the kind of hole I could never fix.
Despondently, I stroll back to the huge oak tree I had been resting under, but no matter how I try, I simply can't fall asleep. I just keep thinking of my run-in by the river. It had felt so good to have Mokkan lying beneath me, his body pressed against mine. I wanted that closeness back. . .I wanted it so bad it hurt. What would it be like to hold him? To caress his face? To kiss him and have him kiss me back? If only I could. . .
But no. My Marlfox pride would not allow me to show such a vulnerable side of myself - especially to Mokkan. I already knew how he would react. No doubt he'd love having a new way to torture me. I sigh and close my eyes. It's truly such a shame things had to turn out like this.
Throughout the years I've said a lot of foolish and hot-headed things - things I should've kept to myself. And now the three little words that I MUST say will have to go unsaid.
~END?~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you got this far, I congratulate you. So what did you think? Should I continue with something in Mokkan's POV? Should Gelltor tell Mokkan how he feels? Should I simply drop off the face of the earth and/or go to hell?
Please R&R.
Or flame me.
I know I'm gonna get flames. . . X__X
DISCLAIMER: The characters I'm cruelly toying with belong to Brian Jacques. But the sick and twisted plot is mine. . .though I don't see why I even bother mentioning it. Who'd seriously want to re-use this kind of a plot anyway?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Gelltor's POV.
~~~
There he is over by the riverbank. He's just standing there watching the sunset, my older brother, Mokkan. Silently, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He looks handsome and dignified silhouetted by the sun's dying rays. Part of me longs to walk over and stand next to him. . .but I won't. Instead, I lean back against the oak tree behind me and settle for enjoying the view. After all, what could be gained by joining him? Only another sarcastic insult, but who am I kidding? I've uttered as many curses and oaths as my siblings have.
But seeing my brother contemplating a sunset makes it hard to be angry with him. Yet then again, sometimes it feels as though - even in the middle of an argument - a part of me still hungers for his touch. I suppose any who knew of my - well, there's no point in denying it - love for Mokkan would despise me for it. . .the object of my affection more than anyone. Besides the fact that we're related, we are also both males. And of course, the most important thing to consider is that Mokkan would never return my feelings. Ever. It seems Marlfox blood leaves no room for emotions like love.
Suddenly, there is a rustling in the bushes off to my left. My twin sister, Predak, comes out of the dense leaves and sits down on the ground in front of a sycamore surveying the sunset. The two of us have only just gotten here. However, Vannan and Ascrod have yet to be found so there really isn't much to do except wait. Although I'm disappointed that they aren't already at our camp, I'm not too surprised. After all, this place - Mossflower Wood - is quite huge.
So my twin and I stay together in companionable silence. I've always appreciated my sister's company. Out of our entire family, I think she's the only one that actually gives a damn about me. It was kind of nice just standing there, but quiet never lasts forever, and Predak was the first to speak.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she asks.
"What?" For a moment, I wonder if she's talking about Mokkan before I realize the actual object of her attention. "Oh, uh, you mean the sunset. . .yeah, it is pretty impressive I guess."
Predak rolls her eyes. "Well, of course. . .what did you think I was looking at? Mokkan?"
I plaster the typical smirk on face and reply, "The only time I'd ever look at Mokkan is to decide where I'd like to hit him first."
She chuckles and agrees, "Too true, brother. Too true."
"Hey!" a voice calls out from behind us. It's our younger sister Ziral. She comes to a stop and informs Predak and I that our siblings, Vannan and Ascrod, have arrived and to make our way to the center campfire. Predak saunters off to the middle of the camp, but I stay a moment and watch as Ziral tells Mokkan that everyone is here. He nods, and they walk up from the riverbank.
"Gelltor!" Predak yells to me. "Come on!"
I sprint to catch up to her, and in a few minutes, all the Marlfoxes - as well as the water rat captains - are ready to begin planning for our first attack. With a faint sigh, I seat myself on fallen log between Predak and Ascrod. This meeting was going to be absolutely boring. True I'm not the most patient creature who ever lived, but I really can't help it sometimes. I'd rather be out fighting than planning.
"Alright," Mokkan begins as he steps forward, "now that everyone's here, we can talk. Ziral and I have had plenty of time to come up with a rather good idea for getting into Redwall seeing as how it's the only place around here worth stealing from."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Vannan asks.
"Simple," Mokkan says. "One of us will lead four water rats in a stealth mission to unfasten the bolts in Redwall's east gate - it appears to be the least guarded. Fatchur is the perfect rat for the job, and he will perform the actual unlocking. Now we just need to choose someone to direct the operation."
I turn my gaze to my brother and volunteer. "I'll do it."
"Sure you can handle it, Gelltor?" Mokkan sneers.
Putting on an icy glare, I answer him, "I've worked with Fatchur before."
My brother smiles but the gesture is far from warm and caring. "Well, at least *I* can open a lock myself."
I blush slightly in embarrassment as our self-proclaimed leader explains what everyone will do once Fatchur gets the east wallgate opened.
~~~
The meeting dragged on endlessly for over an hour. By the time our plan was fully formulated, it was way past dark, and I was tired. But finally - after what seemed like forever - we separate to get some rest. Unfortunately, despite my exhaustion, sleep doesn't come easily for me tonight. After tossing and turning for hours, I resolve to take a walk down to the riverbank. Perhaps a short stroll will help relax my nerves.
I was nearly there when I saw a dark shadow moving between the trees no more than a few feet in front of me. It was probably one of the water rats, but for all I knew it could be spy from Redwall. Going with the plan 'better safe than sorry', I slip soundlessly into the foliage. But before I can take more than a step forward, I trip on an unseen tree root and stumble into the figure, knocking us both on the ground into a patch of moonlight. To my utter shock, the creature pinned beneath isn't a water rat or even a Redwaller. . .it's Mokkan!
"Gelltor, you bumbling oaf!" he snarls. "By Hell's Teeth, get off of me!"
Quickly, I leap off him and silently mourn the loss of physical contact while at the same time too speechless to come up with a biting retort.
"You stupid idiot!" he continues berating me. "Can't you even watch where you're going?!"
Angrily, he storms off to whatever spot in the camp he's chosen to sleep in. His harsh words leave a fresh ache in my heart, but I can stand it - more or less - when he mocks my faults. In a twisted way, his taunting can even be considered a relief. At least then, I know that he registers my presence. Besides, I'll take any attention he deals out to me. . .even if it's negative. I suppose that's why I argue with him so often. Every time he has - and always will - out-debate me, but I still challenge him anyway. When we bicker, it forces him to notice me, to focus on ME, and that small pleasure is worth the price of any humiliation I'm bound to suffer.
However, I can never tell him how I truly feel because if he ridiculed me for my love, I know I'd break. That kind of betrayal would rip a hole in me, the kind of hole I could never fix.
Despondently, I stroll back to the huge oak tree I had been resting under, but no matter how I try, I simply can't fall asleep. I just keep thinking of my run-in by the river. It had felt so good to have Mokkan lying beneath me, his body pressed against mine. I wanted that closeness back. . .I wanted it so bad it hurt. What would it be like to hold him? To caress his face? To kiss him and have him kiss me back? If only I could. . .
But no. My Marlfox pride would not allow me to show such a vulnerable side of myself - especially to Mokkan. I already knew how he would react. No doubt he'd love having a new way to torture me. I sigh and close my eyes. It's truly such a shame things had to turn out like this.
Throughout the years I've said a lot of foolish and hot-headed things - things I should've kept to myself. And now the three little words that I MUST say will have to go unsaid.
~END?~
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you got this far, I congratulate you. So what did you think? Should I continue with something in Mokkan's POV? Should Gelltor tell Mokkan how he feels? Should I simply drop off the face of the earth and/or go to hell?
Please R&R.
Or flame me.
I know I'm gonna get flames. . . X__X